click below to view Loveland Players at Venice theatre

Early morning my heart awakens to writeTotal silence is aliveI enjoy many Pita Bites and peaceThe sound of our fish tank is a waterfall overflowing is my heart and soulI thank God everyday for all He gives and takes awayI peek in on our son sleepingHis beautiful face is an Angel's shiny and full of light in the dark of nightI feel and know the meaning of a smile coming from somewhere deep within it is natural and freeGod bless you I say touching our son without thinkingIt comes easily and he is a blessing so pure radiant as lifeAmazing beauty is his pure child's heart forever free and meant to be

Friday, January 8, 2010

If I Could

> if i could...> > if i could,> i'd travel to heaven> and> be> with> jesus,> but i am, often here...with his pure ,forever, timeless presence!> in morning's sun, in creating no matter how i feel or what state> i am> in-> jesus is always in our son's blue eyes...> i'd love to feel the virgin mary's arms holding me> so long until i'm ready to let go...> i will not ever let go dear mother, for you are always my real > mother and our son's as well-> i think heaven must be like > 'being'> with a million children;> hearing endless laughter,> scent of almonds and lemons all around...> Forever Spring!> Meeting up with everyone, seeing who they truly are...> your children, dear God; all good...> Writing is wonderful> it is so very healing > feeling> every emotion> in full...,> quietly emptying as the moon and seas> also need to do!> thank you jesus for the simple, complex true art of poetry,> it brings hope,light> and most of all> a gentle, humble, honest love within,> for you and for all humanity...> i really see -,> and finding you,> is my lasting happiness...> a clear, freeing breath of heaven upon sweet Earth> please, help me to do your will> through this gift and help our son to be able to express> his deepest self too-...> because, if he can, then he will be able to > take better hold,> and know how to> shine> his > light!!!> amen> 1 10>

Jimmy's 6th Birthday

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Published Books by Paula

JIMMY with MOM

At Children's Garden

Top Of The Heap Of Tires

VENEZIA PARK

Am I in Italy?In Venezia Park, Florida, my heart leaps into your blue -sky eyes, dear Son. We are pure peace and at one in silence, in nature, in the light of the yellow sun teaching us how to Love-We share a swing , I smell your hair and it is so beautiful sitting together with you. ForEver in my open heart, you are leading the way everyday. We create promises and we find grace day by day.

Having Fun

Jimmy Cooling Off At Home In Venice

The Horse Farm

BUGLE BOY~~~~~~

Almost 3 Years Old

Paula's Published Books

Butterfly.. open.. By Paula

A little boy in India saw a butterfly cacoon. He so badly wanted to open it up to see what was inside so he did , against the teacher's warnings, not to. When he opened it the little, developing creature inside died because it wasn't yet ready to face this world, nor to leave its comfortable cacoon of warmth and peace and love-its wings still needed to flap and gain strength, in order to be able to fly, once it was ready to...the little boy learned he needed to wait, not touch and be still and patient. Again, he saw a cacoon; a new one this time. He simply, as hard as it was to wait and be patient and not help the butterfly emerge... did not touch the cacoon.... rather he went off to meditate and to pray and to play.When he one day returned , he heard the butterfly within, wings fluttering strong...it was now ready to leave its special home and fly free.The little boy held his breath as he watched in wonder as each wing carefully unfolded, touching air and earth for the first time! As it flew beautifully anew , the boy grew to know with much wisdom, in his life , with his dreams to dare wait, and be patient; with others to pray for them , to not touch , but to yield in grace to Gods wonderful, unfolding ways...amen love, Paula

Sea Turtle

A beautiful, tiny birds egg

'The plans I have for you are more than you can imagine or dream...' As I walked with my two yr old son, in the quiet June day... we walked up on a hill to a tiny old church. On the ground was a beautiful pastel baby -blue birds egg , open...it touched my soul with pure joy! I put it into my pocket. Simple are Gods true gifts...I reflected on how the open egg is a sign to let my son go and grow , trusting Jesus' great loving presence and guidance daily...the wisdom gained through silent meanderings leads us back to the heart that is love...we stepped into the church, so full of light which reflected off the stained glass; true happiness was felt as I whispered to Jamesey, 'shh, shh...' he repeated back to mommy,'shhh, shhh ' smiling... as was I...he excitedly pointed to 're!, re!' the Virgin Mary , his forever mother as his blue eyes grew ever-big in the wonder of it all.. Later, I discovered the egg was not in my pocket and it was all right; I let it go and it remains forever a piece of my son and me in his 2nd year...sweet Jesus, may we always trust in your plans and truth your gifts are grace and life...Amen